You Sir Are No Gentleman - (boyxboy)

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

"Oowwww," I moaned lowly as I felt myself slowly becoming conscious again, my brain struggling to piece together the last moments I could remember.   I couldn't focus on anything because of the shooting pains everywhere.  I felt some water being poured over my head and trickling down my temples, but when I tried to move said noggin, pain worse then any migraine shot me back down and I let out a soft pathetic whimper.   

You sure are a whiny little bitch.  

I shall ignore you now. 

The sun was too bright forcing me to scrunch my eyes closed so I had yet to see where or who I was with, but there was a smooth masculine scent all around me and I could feel a warmth radiating barely an inch away from me along with the sound of someone breathing.  "Who..." I croaked.  Mhmm smells like sex. Whaaattttt?! 

"Shhhh...." a deep voice grumbled and then...I felt the weirdest sensation. wet, silky...oh my god he was licking me.  His tongue was darting over my forehead where I had been cut, cleaning and soothing the wound.  I didn't know whether to panic and pull away or just stay still.  But, to be honest, it felt good.  

Holy shet we hit a gold mine! 

How slutty are you?  

It depends.  

On what?  

On how good he blows me. 

I give up. 

Uh? My head pounded and why is everything upside down? I blink away the haziness to see a figure above me, he was so close I could only see his chin, deep tan skin and a light growth of very dark facial hair.  I tried to squirm away, the feeling of panic starting to overwhelm me.   

"Shhhh...." he repeated and sat up slightly. Pretty soon two eyes, two pools of milk chocolate are looking down at me intently as if studying something he had never seen before.  It was 'incredibly sexy handsome guy' from before.  We just stayed like that for several seconds, staring at each other, before I couldn't help myself, my hands seemed to have a mind of their own as they reached up, my fingers tracing carefully over his broad shoulders, gliding over the ridges of his large muscles.  My eyes went back to his and he had a big smirk on his face.  I quickly pulled my hands back. It's sexy caveman!  

No shet sherlock! He is after all hot, can we ride him to the moon and back?  

No!  

You never let me have any fun. 

The heavenly hunk sat up all the way giving me a chance to take in his amazing body once again while at the same time watching me as you would a crazy person with a handgun.  But as  my eyes trailed down from his face to his 8 pack abs I noticed something else out of the corner of my eye.  I was...naked?!  Naked as the day I was born, well, except for my favourite pair of Oscar the Grouch boxers. 

Cool boxers. 

Will you shut up! 

No. 

"W..Why am I naked?" I shout, sitting up onto my elbows.  Two large hands grab me by the shoulders and push me back down and he has the audacity to let out a low growl. 

Damn papi rawrrrrrrrrrr. 

Down kitty!